NovelFinishChapter 118 Evan remained still, his deep, beautiful eyes fixed on me. I avoided his gaze, quickly looking away when our eyes met. He was looking at my face, while I was staring at his collarbone; our gazes were misaligned.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSeconds ticked by. The room was silent. I waited, growing increasingly anxious. He wouldn't... wantto undress him, would he? I raised my eyes, wanting to ask but not knowing how. Finally, I blurted out,“...Lethelp you undress!" It was just removing clothes and applying ointment! Better to get it over with quickly! Without waiting for a response, I leaned forward, reaching for his chest. A wave of perfwafted over Evan's face. My slender fingers rested on his chest. Tseemed to freeze. My heart pounded violently; my pupils dilated uncontrollably. My brain short-circuited, my hands froze. I'd intended to start with the slightly open front of his robe, but the moment my fingertips touched his warm, hard chest, seeing the muscles beneath the silk, I was overwhelmed.
"Secretary Wen, what... are you trying to do?" His low voice, laced with confusion and suspicion, brushed against my ear, his warm breath on my face. It tickled, makingshiver.
I quickly withdrew my hand. "I'll change my position." Evan: "Change your position?" I internally groaned."It's not what you think... I just want to take off your robe!” That cout even worse! Evan chuckled. "Keep your voice down. Don't get so excited." Me:... I! Was! Not! Excited! My face burned. His amused expression seemed to confirm my supposed evil intentions.
I tried to explain, realizing it would only be more awkward. I gave up, moving behind him. I said I wanted to change my position to get behind him! To undress him from behind... Argh! After a moment of silent despair, I refocused. Undressing him was for applying ointment! It was simple! "Secretary Wen, crouching behind me... you're not planning to murder me, are you?" Evan teased.
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I laughed nervously, no longer hesitating. I reached for his neck, slipping my hand into the robesm collar. I tried not to touch his skin, but inevitably brushed against his neck, collarbone, shoulder, and arm..... I didn't mean to.
The robe fell away, revealing his flawless skin. His broad shoulders, narrow waist, the visible line of his abs... the perfectly sculpted muscles looked like a statue, radiating strength. A visual feast. My brain made the observation. Perhaps being behind him, he couldn't see my face, so I relaxed, even making a mental note of the view. I looked, but I didn't stare; I focused on the task at hand.
Kneeling on the bed, I bent down and untied the bandage around his waist. I applied the ointment carefully with a cotton swab, blowing gently to speed up the drying process...
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